...LORD willing, that is. After all, February was cancelled for other plans...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLIV)
I said these stanzas are so full fr'intents
Of me, me, me that folk in sheer betrayl
Can't savour them, like ole Limburger's scale
Of cheese that's like a ***** toilet's scents;
But she was far too nice, and like friends thence,
Would contradict, to say I'm rather (frail
As aught excuse) lo, cream Havarti's bail:
"Deceptively [what?!] mild." Is that pretense?
So we'll perhaps THIS month go check out fer
Good taste that bookshop's poe'try gig that who
Invited she'd submit her work unto?
Well, he gave her his card. I'll go with her
To clap cuz that's what friends are for, in poor
Scuse for none liking MY work. Fun for two.
07Mar19d
Oh the fun of texting with friends! I can't wait until next Sunday!
